Extremely Shy

“Sir, I’m really, really sorry, but I was edging, and I was so, so close and… I had a bad accident.”

Oh, no, did you go over?

“Mmmmnnnnggh… mmhm.”

Hmmm. Did you ruin it like a good girl?

“Well… um, not… exactly.”

Not exactly?

“I mean I didn’t. No, Sir, I didn’t.”

Okay. And you know that’s not allowed. You don’t cum anymore.

“I know, but it was a accident.”

Not ruining is not an accident, little one.

“It was a accident! It was!”

Woah woah, hold on. There’s two different things here, let’s make sure we’re clear. You went over and had an orgasm without permission. That’s the first thing. The second thing was that you didn’t ruin it like you’re supposed to. That’s two different things, right?

“Well… um… yes, Sir.”

And so, the first one - going over - that was an accident right?

“Mmhm, yes. I really, really, truly promise.”

Okay. I believe you. But the second thing. It’s not an accident when you don’t ruin it, right?

“But…”

Yes? But what?

“It’s just really hard…”

Well, I know it’s really hard. A lot of my rules are really hard. But if you don’t do something that you’re supposed to do because it’s hard, is that an accident?

“Nnnnnn…”

Is it?

“No, Sir.”

No. So you let yourself feel an orgasm without permission. That’s just not allowed, little one. That’s why we need to give you a really tough punishment. To help teach you.

“But… b-but… I’m really, really sorry…”

I know. I know you are. And I know I'm hard on you. I don't expect perfection. I just don't accept anything less than your best. And that wasn’t your best. Right?

“Mhm. Yes, Sir. My best is I should have ruined it.”

That’s right, you should have ruined it. Okay, look at me. So, what do you think you’re gonna do now?

“Um… ruins?”

Mhm. But what kind of ruins?

“What… what kind?”

Yes, silly. What kind?

“I… I don’t know…”

That’s okay. I’m actually glad you’ve forgotten because that shows how long you’ve been a good girl! Does it help you remember when take my belt off?

“Oh! Yes, Sir. It’s bad ruins.”

That’s right! How many, do you think?

“Uhhh… one?”

Listen, you. I know you don’t like ruins, but if you’re not gonna be serious, I’ll just pick a really big number for you.

“No! I mean, please, no, Sir.”

Then tell me how many it should be.

“Nnnnghhhh… um… I guess ten?”

There. Now that sounds much more reasonable. And a month of no touching when we’re done.

“A month?”

Yes, a month. Orgasms are really bad for you, so I need to be very strict, sweetie. It’s for your own good, you know that.

“Ohhhhh… with porn?”

We always do our no touch days with porn. Just an hour, though, okay?

“Ngh… ohhh…. nnn… okay.”

That’s my girl. Now let’s have some ruins.

“Yes, Sir. Oh, can you, please? You to do them?”

No. I want you to do them all. You need to show me you can do it right if there’s a next time.

“But-”

No but. I’ll be right here, and I’ll use my belt to make them extra bad.

“But they’re really bad anyway…”

Not bad enough. We’re teaching your whole body to learn it can never go over, no matter what, remember?

“Yes, Sir. I remember.”

And you still want that?

“Yes, Sir. More than anything. I hate my accidents.”

I know you do. So, let’s fix it together, okay?

“Okay.”

Crime: Refusing to give head

"Just open your legs a little -- it's fine, no one's looking. Good. How long has it been since I've touched you?"

"Oh. God. I don't know. Months."

"Three weeks," he says. "No, don't move your hips. Don't ruin it."

"Please."

"Shh. Tell me how good it feels."

"But you're not quite..." I say and move my hips toward his fingers. "Just a little higher."

"Baby, I know what to do. Tell me how good it feels."

"It... it feels good."

"Is it too much?" he asks. He pulls his fingers away.

"No, no. Please don't st--"

He leans in close, touching me again, his lips against my ear. "This is how it's supposed to feel. Frustrating. Never enough. Does it hurt?"

I nod. He kisses my cheek and takes his hand away.

"Perfect, isn't it? You want, you suffer, you beg." He wipes his hand on my thigh. "What matters?"

"Your pleasure."

"What else?"

"Nothing," I whisper.

He pats my thigh. "Not nothing, silly. Making you uncomfortable matters. Making you hurt. Watching you suffer. Right?"

"I... I guess so."

He pulls out his cock, soft, and motions me over to the couch. I match the last pair of socks and sigh inwardly -- to him, I smile.

"You mind?" he asks. "Just 'til the game is over."

I glance at the tv. Second quarter.

"I... how long is that?" I ask. "I was going to finish my chores and read for a few minutes..."

"An hour or two. But if reading is more important than our relationship--"

"No, it's fine," I say. "I'm sorry."

I take his cock in my mouth, my nose pressed close to his belly. He settles back, breathing out a long sigh.

"I'm so glad you're into this," he says. He turns up the game. He takes a drink. "It's incredibly relaxing."

"Mmphf."

"Little deeper, please. That's perfect."

He calls his friend, talks about hitting some balls at the range. Ice cubes clink in his glass. He laughs about something on his phone. The minutes crawl. My jaw aches. I cannot imagine how -- how -- he can get hard again but inevitably he does.

I crawl over to help him pull down his boxers and bury my face under his cock, savoring the texture of his ball hairs on my tongue. He's right, I do get stupid when I sniff him, so I do my best to listen to him.

"You've been cooking my meals and cleaning my house for a while now in place of rent, and we're getting to the point where the house is so clean, I'm just not sure you're earning your place anymore."

Daddy has been letting me stay with him ever since he made me quit university. by now I've deep cleaned every room in his house, always in my uniform of a cheap slutty French maid costume with a micro skirt and no undies. He works from home, and he likes to watch me clean. When I serve him lunch he either uses me as a table or has me lick his ass. I've become very comfortable in our routine, and I'm worried about what Daddy is telling me.

"Pay attention, ball licker. You need to get a job. Don't worry, I have one lined up. A friend of mine is a manager at McDonald's, and he said you can work at his store. You'll work nights so that you're still here to serve me during the day. Tomorrow we'll go in to get you set up. I know how dumb you are, so I'll make sure the direct deposit for your paychecks goes into my account."

I grunt while sucking on his balls, my weak attempts to pull back and protest met with his iron grip in my hair holding me down.

"shh ass wipe, don't struggle, cunts don't know shit about managing money, better just leave it all to me. Don't worry, you'll get an allowance after you've finished your chores at home. don't want you shirking your duties now that you have a job"

all I can do is whine as he pulls me from his balls down to lick his asshole. He groans with satisfaction, hand tightening its grip in my hair and holding me tight to his clenching hole.

"goood bitch, that's right. Say 'thank you' for letting you serve me and handle your money for you"

Good morning to all of our horny good girls. It’s hump day! I had a good girl DM me, saying that she missed last week’s humping session. So, we are going to do an extended version of hump day, which made her very excited. All edges today are to be hard edges. Each humping must be at minimum one hour apart.

(Now for our good girls that work today, getting all of these in will be difficult. So pick three of the following humps, and you will be allowed two soft edges at work.)

For your first hump, it is time to show your humping buddy some love. So pick him up, give him a hug and kiss, then lay him down and show him what a good girl you are. (If you don’t have a humping buddy yet, then use your pillow.)

The second hump of the day will be on a hard piece of furniture. This could be your makeup table, a chair, the corner of the kitchen table or whatever piece of hard furniture your needy pussy craves. 

For your third hump we are going to switch to a soft piece of furniture like the arm of a plush chair, the couch, or maybe the corner of your bed. Don’t worry about the wet spot that is bound to show up. Good girls don’t worry about those kinds of things.

Now, when a good girl walks into a room, her pussy should be so horny that all she sees is humping potential. For your fourth hump, look around the room you are in. Do you see the humping potential? It is time to hump something you have never humped before. Maybe you will find a new best friend?

The final hump of the day is your pillow. You will edge on it just before going to sleep. Take your time on this one. Start off slow, then gradually get faster. This way you can enjoy the sweet aroma of desperate good girl as you fall in a dreamy sleep.

Hunped a stuffy

Office chair arm

Couch armrest